Half dead, half deaf with one silver bullet on the palm
Won't you deliver your soul to calm me down?
I'm neither demon, nor a fallen angel with the cross
Tattooed on my bones as a curse
Or a memory?
Why not keep silence like we keep our consciousness aloof
Boiling, aching as it used to be. Prove
Whether it's true or not. Only feelings could speak
Without any persistence every day of the week
Only you know how I'm peering down into the seething abyss
Looking for answers or some kind of bliss.
One silver bullet must have ended my strife
But it's too fragile to rip off my life
Besides reaper won't soothe my earth grief too
As I don't belong here, no human features I have but you;
Come here and ether would vibrate with faint noise
No silver bullet would have left of my choice
After all, reckless attempts would lead me to closure;
In my house with remorse and pathetic exposure
I'm half dead, half deaf but how could I see clear
That you've always stayed here
But didn't listen to me
6/03/19